He floats like a butterfly, he stings like a bee
Me (whispered into his ear): Baby? You awake?
Him: …
Me: Honey? (Kiss, kiss…kisskisskiss on his stubbly cheek) Are you sleeping? I need to ask you a quick question. Very important.
Him: Mmmmm…I was sorta sleepin’…what’s up?
Me (Kiss, kiss): Did you remember to bring home that black sweater for me from work?
Him: Yup.
Me: REALLY?!
Him: Already washed. Laying flat to dry.
Me (kiss, kiss, kiss!): Wow, you’re the greatest!
Sam: Yeah, well, the greatest is trying to sleep.
Me: Hey, I’m having a moment here. I’m feeling nice. You oughta take the niceness where you can get it. It is fleeting, after all.
Sam: …
Me: Anyway, thanks for taking such great care of me. There. (Kiss, kiss.) I’m done. Go back to sleep.
Sam: Sure, baby. And thanks for taking such moderately good care of me.
Sam is my new hero.
I love your conversations!
He remember things? He washes sweaters by hand? He knows to dry them flat?
Does he have an older brother?
Now you understand why you are on my Gay Island, right?
Boy does that conversation sound like alot of familiar ones at my house. Although i am still working on training the “flat to dry” part.